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Navy Wife

Written By Faith

ina was sitting on her lawn chair on her covered front porch. It was
mid-afternoon, on a hot late summer day. Not much going on in this quiet
tree lined street of row houses in Groton. Occasionally, a sea breeze
would shake the leaves on the trees.

Corina was dozing off here and there in the shade of her porch. This had
so far been one of the hotter summers in Groton in recent memory. In the
afternoons, when Corina's daughter was at school, there wasn't much else
to do. Her husband has been gone for almost two months now, and she
didn't have many friends here.

Corina and her husband had moved to Groton earlier in the year with her
8 year old daughter, Sonya. She and William were originally from
Louisiana and had known each other in high school. Just after
graduation, Corina had gotten pregnant by her boyfriend at the time. As
her pregnancy had progressed, so too did the distance her boyfriend
maintained from her. She ended up giving birth and raising her daughter
as a single mom. It hadn't been easy, but Corina did a good job with
what she had.

Then four years later, she ran into William. He had joined the Navy out
of high school, and to Corina, who had never paid him much mind while in
high school, he seemed charming and sweet. A year later they married,
and she moved with him when he got assigned to a base near Savannah,
Georgia.

Now she was in Connecticut, alone. He had left out to sea on a submarine
for an 8 month tour, the longest they had ever been apart from each other.

Corina was your typical housewife and young mother who lived next door,
attractive, but unassuming. She was 26 years old, light brown hair, blue
eyes. Short, at 5'4", with a body that had curves in all the right
places, although she thought she was fat, as many women do. She always
took care of how she looked. She spent many nights primping and making
herself up, although she never really had an occasion to. She tried to
go jogging at least once a week, but lately it has been too hot for that.

The heat has been so unbearable the past couple of weeks that the only
thing that Corina had been able to do in comfort is to put her hair up
in a ponytail, put on her shades, and lounge in her lawn chair, wearing
only a bikini top, short blue jean shorts, and her sandals, which is how
she was right now.

She sighed. She heard squealing children, and turned to look down the
street to see some kids splashing through a yard sprinkler. She glanced
at her watch. The school bus will be dropping her daughter off in a half
hour.

A car pulled up the street and parked on the side of the street in front
of her. She watched as a middle-aged black couple got out of the car.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Robertson," she waved.



They greeted her back. The Robertson's were her neighbors, and really
the only people she talked to. They were a nice couple who sat on their
porch in the evenings, where they would converse with her quite often.
It was at times humorous to observe them. They made fun of each other
during the course of casual conversations as only a long married couple
are comfortable enough doing. They also had a young daughter, around 14
or 15 years old.

She picked up a magazine and flipped indifferently through the pages.
After a while she got up, walked down her steps and down the sidewalk to
the corner. Although she would normally have a shirt on, she just felt
more comfortable with just having the bikini top on. She wouldn't have
minded going completely topless, if only it were socially acceptable.

Soon enough, the school bus pulled up and Sonya hopped out. Corina waved
to the driver, and her and Sonya walked back up the street and into
their house.

Such was the life for this bored and lonely Navy wife. Her husband's
income was such that they made a decent enough living without her
working, but, oh, how she did wish she had a job, if only so she could
socialize more. She thought to herself that this was looking to be a
long and boring remainder of the year with her husband being gone.

Unbeknownst to her, this last half of the year would be anything but
long and boring, and would in fact turn out to be a defining time for
her and her marriage.

It was the last week of August, one day around mid-morning. Corina had
sent her daughter off to school and then had sat down to write a letter
to her husband. Afterwards, she did some laundry and other odd and end
house chores. She was clad in her usual summer attire; bikini top and
shorts.

Finishing her house chores, she went out to relax on her front porch.
She hadn't been out for long when an SUV parked in front of her house. A
young black man got out, casually dressed. Corina took notice of him
because she had never seen the SUV or the young man in the neighborhood
before.

At first he didn't notice Corina sitting there. As he walked past he did
a cursory glance towards her, and then did a sudden double take as he
spotted her in the shadow of her porch, lying on her lawn chair. With
her dark shades on, it wouldn't have been apparent that she was looking
back at him.

He walked up the steps to the Robertson's house and went inside without
knocking.

Must be some relation to Mr. and Mrs. Robertson, Corina surmised.

Later in the afternoon, Corina was inside watching TV. She glanced at
her watch and jumped up suddenly. Sonya's bus would be arriving any
minute! She had completely lost track of time!

She quickly put on her sunglasses and sandals and bounded out the door
and down the steps without another thought in mind. She went down the
steps so fast that she almost ran right into the young man she had seen
earlier. He was unloading the back of his vehicle and had several pieces
of luggage on the sidewalk directly in Corina's path.

"Oh, pardon me!" Corina exclaimed, partly from surprise, partly from
embarrassment.

"Here, let me get these out of your way." He bent down and moved his
luggage aside.

"Thanks. Um, well gotta go," she smiled up at him, unsurely.

She trotted off down the street and got to the corner just as the school
bus pulled up.

Corina and Sonya walked back up the street to their house. Corina saw
the young man watching them as they approached while he continued
unloading his vehicle.

I suppose I should be polite and introduce myself, Corina thought.
Socially, Corina was shy and awkward when it came to meeting new people,
and she disliked doing it, as she always felt like she made a fool of
herself and made bad first impressions.

"Um, hi," Corina smiled bashfully as she walked up to the young man.

"Hello," he responded.

"Sorry about being in such a hurry a moment ago. It's just that I had to
get my daughter, you know." Corina self-consciously caught herself
over-gesticulating.

"Sure. It's all good, no worries," he smiled.

"My name is Corina by the way, and this is my daughter, Sonya."

"James Robertson. Very nice to meet you." He held out his hand and
Corina shook it.

"So, you are related to the Robertson's?"

"They are my parents. I am returning from college, so I will be staying
here for the summer until I resume my classes. You must have just moved
here."

"Oh, yea. My husband and I moved in around beginning of March. He's in
the Navy and we moved up from Georgia."

"Oh, I see. Well, I grew up and was raised in my parent's home, and
forgive me for saying, but you are by far the best looking neighbor
we've ever had in all those years."

Corina smiled and blushed.

"Well, it's nice to meet you. I guess we will see you around. Let's go
inside sweetie." Sonya raced into the house while Corina slowly ascended
the steps. James watched her as she went up.

"Hey, Corina?" he called out.

She turned around.

"Did I take your parking spot? I can move if you like.

"Oh no, that's ok. I park my car in the alley."

"Well, does your husband park here?"

"We only have just the one car. Besides, he is gone out to sea and won't
be back for several months."

"Oh, ok. Well, then, have a good night."

"You too."

Corina turned around and rolled her eyes at herself. TMI, Corina, she
thought to herself. Too much info!

Over the following week, Corina saw more and more of James, around,
either doing something to his SUV, or shooting hoops in the alley behind
the houses.

She tried maintaining her routine at first, but soon stopped walking or
sitting around outside in her bikini top. She still wore the short
shorts, but now she wore a T-shirt along with it.

She also tended to avoid going outside when she would see him out there,
not because there was something wrong with him, it was just her shyness.
On a few occasions, when she did see him outside, she would observe him
through the window.

She hadn't talked much with him, just the usual greetings whenever she
was outside and he happened to come around. One evening she had been
sitting on her porch while Mr. and Mrs. Robertson were sitting on
theirs. They chatted with each other and soon the subject of their son
was brought up. Corina learned a little more about him and it was
apparent that they were both proud of their son.

A few days later she looked out her front window and seen him doing his
usual tinkering with his vehicle, washing his rims or something. She
went into her kitchen and made herself a glass of tea, then made an
extra one and went outside. She walked over to him.

"Hi, James."

"Oh, hey Corina," he said as he looked up.

"I saw you out here working and figured you might like some iced tea."

He smiled, wiped his hands on a towel, and stood up. Next to her, she
realized he was quite tall. He was shirtless with only a pair of long
shorts on. Corina looked briefly upon his smooth muscled chest. Quickly,
she averted her eyes, hoping he didn't notice. She looked back up at him
and gulped as he was still smiling down at her.

"Thank you very much, Corina."

She handed it to him and then walked over to the porch. She brought her
chair down the steps and into the sunlight. She sat down upon it, lifted
her shirt up over her head, and grabbed the bottle of sunscreen lotion
she had also brought out with her. She proceeded to rub the lotion into
her arms and shoulders. James watched her all the while sipping on his tea.

She noticed him watching from the corner of her eyes. She flashed him a
quick smile, pretending indifference, but inwardly glad that he was
taking notice of her. She sat back and opened a magazine as she sipped
on her tea. She crossed her legs at the ankles and casually began
wagging a foot.

James, watching her, smiled knowingly. He set his glass of tea down on
the grass, and then went back to his work. He finished after about half
an hour. He walked over and sat on the grass next to Corina. He struck a
conversation with her about trivial things. It gave James the
opportunity to gaze upon her, her small feet, smooth legs, shapely
thighs, flat stomach, full breasts, with milky soft cleavage in between.
He took note of her upper chest and shoulders with an attractive
scattering of light and pale brown freckles. He liked what he was
looking at.

"Well, I guess I need to get inside and clean myself up." He finished
the rest of his tea and set the glass down. "Thanks for the tea."

"Mm-hmm."

"Hey, would you like to come over for dinner tonight?"

"Umm..."

"It would be a break for you, to have someone cook dinner for you and
Sonya for a change."

"Ok, sure."

"Great! I'll tell my Ma. We usually eat around six, so come on over
around, say, 5:30, does that sound good?"

"Yes, that will be fine."

"Ok, see ya then."

"Ok, bye"


She showed up at the Robertson's door at the agreed upon time with her
daughter in tow. She had made herself up nicely in a casual yellow and
white sundress that went down to her knees. She had curled the ends of
her light brown hair into shiny, wavy locks.

James opened the door.

"Come on in. My, you look very lovely."

"Thanks," she smiled as her and Sonya stepped in.

They had a good dinner and great conversation. Joining them also was
James's younger sister, Malia, and James and she never seemed to waste
an opportunity to make fun of and embarrass each other. Mr. and Mrs.
Robertson also had their funny quirks towards each other as only one
would expect of a couple who have been married for as long as Corina has
been alive. All in all Corina had fun watching this family interact with
each other as they did in a homely, down to earth way, which Corina
suspected was only heightened due to the presence of their company.
After dinner, Malia invited Sonya to go see her bedroom, while she,
James, and his parents continued in conversation.

Soon, it was late and Corina had to get Sonya off to bed since it was a
school night. She called for Sonya, thanked them graciously for the
dinner and company, and then bid them good night. James offered to walk
her next door, which she accepted.

When they got to her door, Corina sent Sonya inside to get ready for
bed. She then turned to James and thanked him.

"Corina, you know if you ever need help with anything I would be more
than glad to help. I mean, since your husband is away and all, I know
some things must be hard for you, so if there is anything I can help with."


	



"I appreciate that, James. That is very nice of you and I will keep it
in mind."

They bid each other good night.

That night as Corina lay in bed, she thought of James. During dinner she
had watched him from the corner of her eye. He had seemed so shy and
reserved in her presence, but was very much a gentleman. To her it
seemed so unlike the stereotypical behavior of a young black man, and
she considered it an endearing and attractive quality. She then thought
of his masculine build.

Her hand found its way between her legs. She felt her moistness. She had
never considered black men as, well...men. She began wondering and
imagining what James looked like naked. Her finger began slowly rubbing
her clit in circular motions. It had been awhile since her husband left,
and while she had relieved her sexual energies by masturbating on a few
occasions, what she really needed was the feeling of a man.

She then began wondering and imagining what James would feel like. Her
finger moved faster and pressed harder on her magic button. She let out
a small pleasured moan.

Strange, she thought, that she had never really thought of a black man
in this way before. The idea of it was becoming more interesting and the
possibility was exciting her. She couldn't necessarily explain why.

She then thought back to her father and grandfather. They had instilled
in her the pride of the story of her family's heritage. She was
descended from French aristocratic colonial landowners when Louisiana
was still a possession of France. Although she never took her family as
being racist in any way, part of the pride the family had as part of its
history was the fact that they had owned a plantation with a sizable
labor force of slaves. Although there was no way for her to know, the
Robertson's, and James, could quite possibly be descendents of the
slaves her family had once owned.

This thought, mixed with the thought of experiencing letting James take
her and have his way with her, strangely served to arouse her extremely.
She continued playing with herself with these thoughts in mind, until,
with a low moan, her body shuddered in orgasm. Afterwards, she contently
drifted off to sleep.


A couple of days later, Corina walked into her house after seeing Sonya
off to school. She went into the kitchen and set about doing the dishes.
She finished rinsing and loading them into the dishwasher. She unplugged
the sink stopper and turned on the garbage disposal to help drain the
water. To her dismay, the garbage disposal didn't turn on. It was making
a buzzing sound. This had happened once before back when her husband was
here. It was an easy fix for him and told her what to do should it
happen again, but she couldn't now remember what he had told her to do.

"Dammit!" she said to herself.

Just then she heard noise in the back yard. She peered out the window
and saw James playing basketball by himself. She remembered her thoughts
from last night. She stood watching him for a moment as she felt and
tingly sensation grow between her legs.

I've been meaning to give the car a good wash, she thought to herself.
Today is as good a day as any, so I might as well get started on it.
Perhaps I can also ask James if he can help me with this plumbing also.

She gathered together all the things she would need for washing the car,
then went upstairs to change into something appropriate for washing a
car. She chose her favorite two piece bikini, and after a little
thought, opted to do without her shorts.

She went out back and began laying out everything for the wash. She
waved cheerily over at James, then got down to work, first spraying the
car down with the hose, then soaping it down with her sponge. She
started on the side closest to James, with her backside to him. The
frequency with which she heard him dribbling and shooting the basketball
lessened noticeably. She smiled to herself as she imagined that the only
reason why that could be was that he was busy watching her.

The sounds of his play ceased altogether when she stood up on her tippy
toes and leaned forward to reach the middle of the front hood, with her
legs slightly apart.

James's heart began beating slightly faster and he felt his blood
rushing to his crotch. As he gazed upon the sight of her position he
felt himself get hard. Her bikini bottoms only partially covered the
fullness of her buttocks, and he could clearly see up between her legs
at the outline of her just barely concealed sweet treasure.

He started to walk over to her and she sensed his approach and turned
around to face him.

"Looks like you could use some help. Do you mind?"

"Be my guest, just as long as you won't mind getting a little wet," she
smiled up at him a little mischievously.

He grinned. She bent down to grab an extra sponge and handed it to him.

"You can start on the back end while I finish up the front side here."

After she had finished soaping down the front end, she grabbed the hose
to begin rinsing it off. She watched him as he was soaping down the
back. She raised the hose up, letting the water fall down on him.

"Hey, I'm back here!" he called out in surprise.

She laughed and turned the full force of the hose on him. He got up and
quickly came towards her, raising his arm to shield himself from the
deluge he was receiving. She squealed and took off running as he grabbed
the hose and chased after her with it. She ran to the opposite side of
the car and he sprayed her over the roof.

She laughed and ran towards the back of the car, and he ran there as
well, cornering her with her back against the car, drenching her.

"No! Ok, ok! Stop, you got me back!" she laughed. They both stood there
facing each other, laughing and soaked.

"Oh, that was fun," she said as their laughing died down. She brushed a
wet strand of hair out of her face, then reached out and let her hand
rest lightly on his chest. He was really close to her. She looked up at
him, smiling. She let her fingertips drift down over the contours of his
muscles. They leaned in towards each other as their lips met.

James let the hose drop and put both of his hands tentatively on
Corina's hips. Corina opened her mouth to admit James's probing tongue.
While one hand was still lightly touching his stomach, she placed her
other hand on his shoulder. Their tongues intertwined as they continued
to slowly and deeply kiss.

To Corina, time seemed to slow down. She let her hand drop further to
the waistband of his shorts. With her eyes closed, her fingertips tugged
at his waistband, and her hand slowly disappeared down into his shorts.
Her fingers made contact with the taut and warm flesh of his throbbing
manhood, and then she glided them up and down his length. She then
curled her fingers firmly around him. She unlocked her lips from his.
She brought her other hand off from his shoulder and down to his waist
band, tugging it further open. She curiously peeked down into his shorts
to look upon the hardness that she held in her hand.

All of a sudden, before she could get a satisfactory view, they heard a
back door fly open.

"James!"

Corina quickly withdrew her hand and caught her breath, realizing that
she had been holding it all along.

"What, Ma!?" James called back with unmasked irritation.

"Come inside, you have a phone call."

"I'm busy."

"Boy, I'm not your secretary. Hurry up now, your pa is expecting another
call."

"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere," he whispered to Corina.

"No. Come to my house when you're done. The back door will be open, just
walk in. I'll be waiting for you upstairs," she whispered back.

He grinned big, and then he trotted off to his house. Mrs. Robertson
stood watching their exchange suspiciously.

"Hi, Mrs. Robertson," she called out cheerfully as she waved. "Just walk
in when you're done James. The clogged pipe is in the bathroom at the
top of the stairs," she called out, acting the role for Mrs. Robertson.

James went in followed by his Ma. As soon as the door closed, Corina
practically ran inside her house and up the stairs. She grabbed a towel
and dried herself off a little. The only thing on her mind right now was
sex, and she let out a little excited giggle to herself. She couldn't
believe this was about to happen.

Less than a minute had passed before she heard the back door downstairs
open and close.

"James?" she called out.

"Yea, where are you?"

"Upstairs, in the bedroom. Hurry!"

She heard him coming up the stairs. The bedroom door was slightly ajar
and she hid behind it. He pushed the door open and walked in.

"Where are you?"

"Right here!" She closed the door shut. He spun around, surprised. She
sauntered up to him grinning, causing him to grin in return. She stopped
in front of him, and then reached her arms behind her back, untying her
bikini string. She shrugged her shoulders, letting the bikini fall to
the floor. James looked down, gazing at her bare and white supple breasts.

She threw her arms around the back of his neck, smashing her tits
against his chest and pushing him backwards. The momentum caused them
both to tumble onto the bed, with her on top of him. They kissed
passionately before Corina raised herself up by planting the palm of her
hands on his solid chest. James rose up, propping himself up with his
elbows. Corina leaned forward, her chest at face level to James. She
cupped one breast in her hand, giving it to James. He began to kiss and
suck on her pale pink nipple. Corina held his head into her breast,
tossing her head back, reveling in the feel of his lips and tongue
playing over her nipple.

She felt his hardness growing and straining against her inner thigh, and
she shifted until she felt it throbbing squarely against the fabric of
her bikini covering her already creaming pussy. She began grinding her
hips downwards against him, feeling her cunt rub wonderfully against his
rock hard cock, with only a thin piece of fabric preventing them from
joining.

Corina was by now so incredibly horny that she was far beyond the
capabilities of rational thought. It had been months since she last had
sex, and she really had no control over the needs of her body with its
overriding natural need to copulate, and everything her body did it did
unconsciously to make that goal come to fruition.

James rolled her off of him. She watched as he slid his shorts off. Her
eyes widened as she gazed upon the object of her desire for the first time.

My goodness, she thought, a little uneasily, I had no idea they made
them that big.

She had only her husband and Sonya's father to go on as experience, but
neither of them even came close to what James was wielding. James had to
be double the size of either of them, probably 9 or 10 inches. And it
was slender like her husband's either, but very thick. It was pointing
straight out and curving slightly upwards, topped by a prominently large
and wide mushroomed shaped head. Just as impressive, and just as much of
a difference than what she was used to, was the size of his balls. Her
husband's were small and barely noticeable, sometimes it even seemed
like the shrunk up into his body, leaving a smooth spot where men's
balls should be. She had just figured this was how men's balls were, as
she never had seen any others. But looking at what James had, she now
knew differently. His were like a pair of heavy golf balls, hanging down
and swinging very low in a huge pouch of black skin.

Seeing this, she thought it was probably no wonder that all of her
husband's attempts to conceive with her were unsuccessful.

She had to force herself to take her eyes off the sight of his maleness,
huge and visibly throbbing, pointing directly between her legs, as if it
knew exactly where it wanted to go. She looked up at him kneeling before
her, completely naked, with a well formed and muscular body.

It was the blackness of his skin that was getting Corina's juices really
flowing. Here she was, about to willingly give herself to such a fine
black stud. And to think, less than a week ago she would have never even
imagined having sex with a black man.


	



She quickly lifted her butt of the bed and slid her bottoms off. James
watched as Corina gave him the ultimate invitation by spreading her legs
open as wide as they would go. Her pussy lips were splayed open and
glistening wet, like a newly bloomed spring flower with dew on its
petals, just waiting to be inseminated.

James wasted no time. He scooted forward between her legs and positioned
himself on all fours directly over her. His face was inches from hers.

"Are you sure you're ok with this, Corina?" James asked gently.

She nodded, "I need it!"

The tip of his cock was pointing downwards, less than an inch from
Corina's vagina. James bent down to kiss her.

"James?"

He paused.

"Just... be slow and easy with me, ok? You're very much bigger
than...you know...my husband."

"Just relax, baby, it will be ok, you'll see."

Corina closed her eyes as they began making out, deeply kissing. His
tongue probed the inside of her mouth as her tongue played with his, and
then shot her tongue into him as their kissing evolved into an open
mouth face sucking, with wet smacking sounds emanating between them as a
result of their increasing urgency.

Corina's hips began responding in slight up and down movements. With
their lips still locked together, James moved his hips down and forward,
until contact was made between his manhood and her womanhood. His flared
cockhead easily spread aside her labia, allowing it unfettered access
for further entry.

Corina's eyes shot open in surprise and she tensed up as she felt him
enter her.

"Shhh, you're ok baby. Just relax, and it will all be good," he murmured
reassuringly to her as he lightly stroked her cheek, all the while
continuing to very slowly slide further into her.

It was such a wonderful feeling to Corina as she relaxed and felt him
slowly enter her. He wasn't yet very deep in, and already she felt she
was being stretched. She let out a pleasured "ohhh".

When James was a little less than halfway in, Corina began to feel
discomfort and slight pain. He was now getting into unexplored
territory. James stopped his heretofore easy forward entry. From now on
he would have to be patient. He waited until he felt her vaginal walls
get accustomed to his size before introducing more into her.

It was a slow and, for Corina, mildly painful process. As for James, he
was very patient and gentle, and loved her tightness. To him it felt as
if Corina's vagina contoured perfectly around his cock, as if her pussy
was custom fit for his cock.

Finally, they both felt James bottom out as his balls came to rest on
her ass cheeks. The tip of his cock seemed to be pressed right up
against the entrance to her cervix. To Corina, the pressure of his deep
invasion inside her was enormous, but also increasing pleasuring, beyond
what she had ever experienced before.

They lay still for a moment, looking into each other's eyes. Then James
made the first move, slowly pulling back until he was almost out, then
slowly forward again. As he pushed forward, Corina bend her legs,
bringing her knees up to her chest. This made it feel easier as it
seemed to relieve some of the pressure.

Again James pulled back and pushed forward, establishing a rhythm,
slowly at first, but picking up speed with every thrust. After a few
minutes, he grabbed her legs behind where the knee bends and raised them
skyward. He was now thrusting at a moderate, casual speed.

Corina was panting and moaning. She raised her arms over her head,
grabbing the headboard. She began to thrust her hips forward, meeting
his incoming thrusts in a perfect synchronization to both of their
pleasure. She tossed her head back, wailing in a wave of orgasmic
pleasure, feeling her body shuddering as James began going faster.
Corina could feel and hear his balls slapping against her ass.

"Oh, James! God, you're so big! Oh...you are fucking my pussy SO good!
Fuck it harder, HARDER!" she cried out.

James began pounding into her faster and harder. She tried to keep up
her thrusting with his, but he was going too fast for her and she just
gave up and let herself go limp. He let go of her legs, resting them on
his shoulders so he was now free to thrust even faster and go even
deeper. He was close now and began growling.

Corina could feel him really deep, hitting right at the entrance of her
cervix. She screamed out at the onset of her second orgasm, just as she
felt James's cock begin to swell in preparation of release.

And when it came, it was a big one for both of them. With great force,
he thrust in deeply one last time as he roared in exertion, then held
himself there. His body shook and Corina felt his cock twitch with each
blast of semen as he injected it straight up into her womb. She felt
each hot blast as a wave and she felt it as it splashed against her
uterine walls and spread outwards, filling her completely, another
sensation with which she was totally unfamiliar with.

James collapsed on top of her, burying his face in the nape of her neck,
and yet she could still feel more pulses of semen issuing out of him and
up into her.

She tried catching her breath. She let out a short, exhausted laugh.

"Wow," was all she could manage to say. So that is what really great sex
feels like, she thought to herself. To her amazement, he was still hard
inside her.

He raised himself up to look down at her.

"Corina, you are absolutely amazing."

"Thanks," she smiled big, genuinely appreciative of the compliment,
again, something she was unused to.

"I have never experienced a white girl before. That was amazing."

"Well, I have not been with a black man before, either, so it is a first
for both of us."

"So what did you think?"

She giggled again. "I never knew sex could be that good. You realize you
still have a hard on?"

"Uh-huh."

"I didn't think that was possible for men."

"It is for me, sometimes. I was hoping you could help me out with
getting it to go down."

"How?"

He began kissing her again, for a moment, then to Corina's excitement
and glee, he began pumping in and out again.

"Oh my goodness! Again?!", Corina laughed.


Three hours later, Corina was at the street corner waiting for the
arrival of Sonya's bus. James had only left about 20 minutes ago. She
was humming happily to herself, floating on cloud nine. She and James
had managed to have sex four times. Four times! All in the space of a
short afternoon! She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so
alive and content.

When she and Sonya got back home, Corina took a long bath. Later, when
Corina was cooking dinner, the high euphoria of her earlier mating with
James began to wear off.

It wasn't because it didn't feel awesome, because it did. It wasn't
because James wasn't great, because he was. Rather, it was because of
the full realization of what she had done begun to creep into her mind.
She was a married woman, one who had just cheated on her husband. She
had been faithful and dedicated until today. She began feeling guilty.

Then another thought began bothering her as well. The thought of
protection hadn't even entered her mind. Since she and her husband first
started trying to conceive, she had stopped taking birth control, and
she hadn't seen any reason why she should resume taking them once he had
gone. James had came inside of her each of the four times, and quite
copiously. At the time, she was experiencing the most intense sexual
pleasure that she had ever felt, and thoughts of protection and
pregnancy were about the last thing on her mind.

While this did worry her, there was nothing to be done about it now. She
would have to wait and see, and if anything happens, well, then, she
would just have to deal with it. She just hoped she didn't have to
welcome her husband home and then have to explain to him why she had a
bulging, pregnant belly.

The final shock of reality then entered her mind. What about James? Was
this a onetime thing, or would he be expecting more from her? Did she
want anything more to happen? Should she try to ignore him? All these
questions and more buzzed in her mind and left her terribly dazed and
confused.

"Mommy?"

Her daughter snapped her back to reality.

"Yes, dear?"

"When will dinner be done? I'm hungry."

"Soon, now go wash up."

She figured all the worrying was pointless, and she would handle
everything one at a time, as it came to her.

Over the next few days, she tended to stay indoors, thereby avoiding
possible encounters with James. Despite this, she found herself thinking
constantly of him, and of his prowess in the bed. She couldn't help it.




Then, on a Saturday evening, as her daughter and she were watching TV,
it was to no small delight for her when there was a knock at the door
and she saw it was James.

She greeting him with a smile and invited him in. He waved hi to Sonya.
Corina walked into the kitchen and James followed. He asked if she was
doing ok.

"I'm doing fine," she responded, "and you?"

"I'm great. Tell me, Corina, are you sorry for what we did?"

"No," she said quietly.

"Good. Because neither am I."

She was backed up against the countertop, and he leaned forward towards her.

"But," she said quickly, stopping his advance, "do not forget that I am
married, and that I love my husband very much. You and I," she looked
him in the eye, "are just friendly...um...friends."

"Yes, of course, I know that. If being friends means we can do things
like we did the other day, then I love being your friend.

Corina placed her hands akimbo on her hips, cocked her head to the side,
and gave him a reproachful frown.

James laughed. "Corina, I know and understand what you mean. Tell you
what. As a friend, I would like to invite you out to a friendly dinner.
No funny business. Just a nice night out with a good friend, my treat.
What do you think?"

"And Sonya?"

"Of course she can come too. Or I can get my sister to babysit.
Whichever you like."

She arched an eyebrow and studied him for a moment. Then one corner of
her lips curled up into a half smile.

"Well, it has been such a long time since I've had a night out without
dragging Sonya along. Ok, count me in."

"Great! How's 7pm?"

"Ok."

The next evening, Corina told her daughter that she would be going out
to dinner with her friend James, and Malia would come over to keep her
company. After she made up dinner for Sonya, she went upstairs to get ready.

She showered and shaved her legs, then, as an afterthought, shaved her
pubic mound bare and smooth. After the shower, she made a big fuss on
how she should present herself. She didn't want to overdo it, or under
do it. She decided to curl the ends of her hair, and then she chose a
casual black evening dress, with heels, and finished with a touch of makeup.

Malia came over and told Corina that her brother would be over in a half
hour. Sonya and her got to playing and were soon lost in their own world.

Soon enough, James came over. He took in the sight of her, and Corina
graciously accepted his compliments on how she looked. After kissing her
daughter good bye, they left.

They went to Groton's finest seafood restaurant. James ordered them both
a carafe of wine, and the settled into some good conversation. Corina
had a great night. The dinner, wine, company and conversation was all
exceptional. Corina really felt more at ease. All too soon, however, it
was over, and they were on their way home.

She had realized the effects that the wine she had drunk had on her, and
was feeling quite flush and tipsy. She didn't want the night to end so
early, so when James pulled up in front of her house, she asked if he
would like to come inside.

Inside, the house was dark with the exception of the glow from the TV
screen. Malia was on the couch watching TV and Sonya was lying down next
to her asleep. Malia said that they had a great time together and that
Sonya had just fallen asleep.

Corina gathered her daughter up into her arms and carried her to her
room, where she tucked her into bed and kissed her goodnight. When she
got back to the living room, James had already sent his sister home, and
he was sitting on one side of the couch with his shoes off.

Corina kicked off her heels and plopped down on the other end. She
turned toward him, putting her stocking clad legs on the couch in the
space between them, crossing them at her ankles. She then propped up her
head with the palm of her hand, planting her elbow on the headrest of
the couch. She smiled over at him.

They talked quietly for awhile. They had learned a lot more about each
other over the course of the evening. It wasn't long, however, until the
natural course of their conversation took them to the subject of sex.
Perhaps it was the wine. She wasn't sure which of them had steered and
maneuvered the conversation in that direction. As tipsy as she was, it
may have been her.

They had been talking about how tough it must be for her with her
husband being gone for so long. The ebb and flow of the conversation
went along that subject line, until at some point, it turned sexual in
nature, and ended with her making this statement: "I mean, I love my
husband and all, you know, but when it comes to the action in bed, you
got him beat hands down."

Corina perhaps didn't intend for it to sound the way it did, but after
she had realized how it came out, it was now a safe bet on how the night
was going to end and she really found that she really had no desire to
rectify the course.

She laughed. "I think I need some coffee. I have had too much wine for
my own good." She started to get up.

"Let me get it." She gratefully fell back down, telling him where
everything was to be found in the kitchen. In short order he came back
with two cups of coffee. She took a few sips. James set his cup down,
then reached out and took one of her black stocking clad feet in his
hand. He proceeded to gently massage her tiny foot with his strong hands.

"Ohhh...that feels so good. It has been so long since I have worn heels.
My feet are so sore. What you're doing feels like heaven." She watched
him as she drank her coffee, in a perfectly relaxed state.

After giving both feet a thorough massage, he asked her to let him do
her neck and shoulders. She slid over next to him, setting her coffee
down, and turned her back to him. His hands worked magic on her muscles,
relaxing and soothing them. She closed her eyes and her head lolled from
side to side, back and forward. In addition to the soothing pleasure she
was feeling in her muscles, she began to feel another sort of feeling,
even more pleasurable, and it manifested itself as a tingle and growing
wetness between her legs.


She felt James lower the zipper on the back of her evening dress, and
then her shoulder straps were brushed aside and fell down her arms. He
worked her shoulder blades and middle back. She moaned and tilted her
head to one side, baring her neck.

James did not waste the opportunity. He began kissing her neck. Corina
welcomed it with another moan. She felt her bra come unclasped. James's
hands found their way to her front and with a slight movement by them,
her bra and the front of her dress fell down.

Her bare breasts stood out, heaving, as her breathing got shallower. She
arched her back, light pink nipples fully erect. James cupped her
breasts and squeezed them both in each hand. Corina turned her head
towards James, and with eyes still shut, she opened her mouth and slid
her tongue out, the tip of it licking the nearer corner of his mouth.
James's mouth opened and their tongues engaged in a playful dance with
each other as James lightly pinched and tugged on her nipples.

Corina was by now gushing with wetness. James abruptly stood up and in
one quick movement, scooped her up in his arms, effortlessly carrying
her up the stairs and into her bedroom. Corina's will to resist was
non-existent. James felt it was time to take her, and at this point,
Corina felt it was her rightful duty to willingly let herself be taken
by such a man, with no resistance whatsoever.

He laid her down gently on the bed, and then turned to close the door.
He walked back over and stood over her. She looked up at him with her
big brown eyes before she reached her hand up, placing it on his crotch.
He undid his belt, pushed his pants down, and stepped out of them,
simultaneously taking off his shirt.

He was hugely hard, and it was face level with her and pointing up with
a slight curve. She wrapped her small white hand around it. To Corina,
it was a fine, even divine, specimen. So big, rigid, and black. As she
examined it, she was struck by the difference of contrasting color
between the milky whiteness of her hand and the dark blackness of his
manhood.

It was this that she found most exciting and the biggest erotic turn-on
for her. She wanted him inside her and she knew at that moment that she
would continue to want him in the future, married or not. She planted a
kiss on the underside of his mushroom-shaped head, and then let her
tongue swirl around his tip. Before she could do anything more, he laid
her on her back and stripped the rest of her clothes off.

James climbed into the bed. Corina had been willing to engage in some
foreplay for his pleasure, but James seemed driven by a primal urgency
to commence with their coupling. Corina obliged him by spreading her
legs wide open.

Surprisingly, Corina had the clarity of mind at this moment, which had
escaped her the first time they had been together.

"James, I am unprotected."

"Don't worry, baby, I'll just have to pull out."

He climbed between her legs and lined up for entry. His hard black knob
made contact with her soft, light pink folds. Her soaking wetness made
it much easier to go into this time and within half a minute their hips
were thrusting, mashing and grinding together.

Her body soon shook and convulsed in a pleasurable, mind-numbing orgasm.
She encouraged him on, moaning for him to go faster, harder, and deeper.
Soon he was plunging as deep as he could go, faster and harder than a
jackhammer.

"Oh...shit," James groaned, "I'm getting close!"

He moved his arms down, hooking them under her legs and pinning them
forward, preventing her from using them to push him out, if she so chose.

She was in the throes of another orgasm, her rational mind completely
overrun with sexual pleasure. He wasn't going to pull out, she knew now,
and she couldn't stop him, nor did she care to.

"Oh, god, YES! DO IT! Cum now, INSIDE!"

James quickly thrust a few more times, and with one final deep thrust,
he shook, grimaced, and held still. He shot powerful streams of his hot,
potent seed straight into her fertile womb.

Corina looked up breathlessly at him as she continued to feel his cock
muscles spasm inside her. Instinctively, her vaginal muscles contracted,
coaxing the last of his sperm out of him and up her cervix into her womb.

"God, James! You are a stud!"

Neither of them, in the afterglow of their mating, showed the least
regret in abandoning and disregarding the original concern of being
unprotected and pulling out, and within fifteen minutes, that concern
was entirely forgotten as Corina got on her hands and knees, and James
proceeded to push into her from behind, beginning his thrusting anew.

This time, a more powerful force drove them in their exerting efforts,
beyond just the seeking of mere sexual pleasures, one which disregards
and overrides social and cultural conditioning, and which ignores the
possible consequences of breaking those conditionings. This was a more
primal force, biological and evolutionary, where the forces of nature
conspire to subconsciously and irresistibly will a woman to determine
that the most genetically desirable man should breed and conceive a
child with her.

And so this time came, a sharp contrast between a young black man and a
small white woman, he bent over her back, enveloping her, firmly
grasping her pale white breasts in his hard black hands, thrusting
furiously amidst his groans and her wailing, until he unleashed and
flooded her already saturated womb with his seed.

They collapsed down on the bed, intertwined, exhausted, sexually spent
and satisfied, and drifted off to sleep, both content with the
assumption that they had succeeded in their respective, yet common, goals.


Corina finished putting on her gloves and scarf, and then turned to see
if Sonya was ready.

"Sonya! Come on, sweetheart, your bus will be here any minute!"

Sonya came running down the stairs with her book bag. Corina inspected
her daughter, making sure she had everything and was ready. Then she
opened the door and together they walked out into a whitish gray day. A
light snow was still falling, adding to the few inches already on the
ground.

After Corina saw Sonya off to school, she hurried back to the warmth of
her home. Once inside, she kicked off her boots and all her other outer
winter wear. She added a log to the fireplace.

She then went into the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee.
Returning to the living room, she sat down in the recliner next to the
window. Reaching over, she pulled open the curtains to allow winter's
half light into the living room. She gazed out at the wintry scene for a
moment while sipping her coffee.

She glanced over at the fire place. The log was catching flame and was
burning warmly. She set her cup of coffee down on the side table and
picked up her book, turning to the page where she left off.

It was just after New Year's. Her husband William would be home in about
six weeks. She couldn't wait for him to come home, but at the same time
she was nervous about his homecoming.

As she held the book in her left hand, reading, she raised her sweater
up with her right, and began absently rubbing the growing swell of her
belly.

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